Poems from FadingEchoes
Personally, combining thesaurus with meter with soul
Offers satisfaction of expression and communication and release—
Emptying an ever-...
I wish I were stronger—
Strong enough to kill,
To wield this blade against him
And cut a smile into his throat.
Feet that dance on knives...
I’m tempted to say oxygen
Were most critical to my survival,
Like a smart-alec,
But it only keeps
Me alive,
Continuing a process
His Breath...
Assembling myself isn’t easy—
Though I’ve already had my pick from the gene pool—
Some from Mom, some from Dad;
I choose the way she talks...